"Sesame bang open the door!" The thirsty goblin flatly held the hand cannon with a trumpet and pulled the trigger hard. The powerful recoil made him slide and retreat on the ground, and the soles of the shoes rubbed against the mirror-like ground, making a harsh squeak.

A grenade as big as a fist flew forward and hit the energy defense barrier hard. The golden flame and the red transparent barrier collided, and the two annihilated each other. The grenade disintegrated, but five blue warheads in the shape of a thumb flew out of the flames and continued to move forward, stabbing hard onto the gate leading to the bridge.

Five explosions occurred on the door one after another, and then the door cracked into seven pieces and fell back unwillingly. The bombers had been waiting for this moment, and all kinds of explosives were thrown in one after another, creating a strong flash of shock, huge shock noise, explosions, emp and stinky farts. Then, a group of bombers held their weapons and rushed in.

"Huh, where are the people?" The dentist looked around. There should have been many people, and there were no one on the bridges of various posts, and of course there were no dead bodies. In the three-story arc-shaped control room, in addition to various electronic devices, many of which had been paralyzed by the dentist's emp, others were destroyed by the explosion. There was only a black glass cover. It looked strange. It was cylindrical, with a diameter of about three meters, from the ceiling to the floor, like a cylindrical display tank in the underwater world. However, through the solid transparent glass, the dentist could only see a whole black can of sludge.

"Nai Kuos, report found Nai Kuos, let Ruan Mengmeng be careful!" The bombers did not dare to neglect, nor would they be timid. They raised their weapons and fired them at the glass jar together.

Members of the church under Nagors are very good at absorbing external energy and can withstand huge damage. This is even more so in Nagors's body. Hundreds of "Saruman Model" grenades that were enough to break the door were hit, and the glass jar had only a few cracks, far from being able to be blown away. The black mud squirmed and rolled, constantly sending out god signals. Nagors' whispers are the most terrifying means of spiritual influence in the multiverse. It is rooted in the power of the doomsday of the universe. As long as a race thinks about its future, it will naturally consider dealing with possible dangers, including the doomsday of the world. Nagors is the doomsday of the world. Their spiritual signals sent out can completely mobilize the fear of creatures, make them collapse in the face of terrible threats, or lose their combat power, or surrender to become the doomsday of the world.

This is a kind of ability to amplify emotions and can be used among all races. In the minds of different intelligent creatures, it will either become a prophecy, a picture, a requiem, or a line of program code. The fangs inevitably receive this information, and they widen their eyes, then blink, and immediately forget what they see.

The fangs will never die. Even if they are blown up, they will just serve the big leader in a different way and conquer the world with another appearance. Instead of worrying about death, it is better to use life to be more brilliant, more carnival, and more colorful. This crazy idea is engraved in the fangs' mind and becomes the core part of its "I Think" power. Just like a stone never worrying about the end of the world, the fangs are just a happier and more intelligent big stone. They continued to hold their guns and then strike again, but the effect was still very poor.

"Firepower support! Big big gun!" The bombers are not newbies in combat, so they are naturally prepared.

The fried teeth that can call for fire support must have several red flags inserted on them. The triangle-shaped flag is written in black or green paint, "Fried here" or "Fire the gun here". The flag-pulling goblin pulls out the chess piece from behind, throws it in front of the glass cup, and then the fried teeth call for fire support through the spiritual network. They are always talking and whispering, and people who hear it often make mistakes. Therefore, when the shells hit, about 40% of them may be aiming at the flag-pulling teeth.

Since the tooth-blowing fleets arrived one after another, and the z-worms always adopted the idea of ​​overwhelming quantity and excessive preparation of firepower, there was never a shortage of tooth-blowing spacecraft that could not fire shells when they came to the battlefield. When they received a signal to call for firepower support, they would immediately start. Therefore, this time, the one who aimed at the glass jar was not a handheld weapon, but a real ship-based gun.

The larger the caliber of the gun, the better, the thicker the barrel, the better, the more quantity, the better, and the stronger the charge. The bombers once made a giant guy whose caliber is greater than the diameter of the spacecraft carrying it, whose gun body length is twice as long as the length of the spacecraft, and whose weight is more than four times, is called the "human cannon". The preparation for firing is one, two or three levels. After one shot is out, people are gone. Only the lonely cannon itself is left in space. The bomber and the bombing teeth on the ship are accompanied by gunfire.

But this still did not reduce the enthusiasm of the bombers to create various artillery. Therefore, after throwing the chess piece, the bombers immediately began to evacuate, retreated for a distance and began to dismantle the ships to repair their own warships. In less than three minutes, various types of shells roared, and flames and explosions enveloped the entire bridge.

And the flag-punching teeth on the bridge.

This is a glorious mission, and it is a time to test the faith of a tooth blow. About every ten fire support, a unscathed flag-pulling tooth will survive. Without exception, they will not go further and become the "firepower boss". In addition to becoming larger and stronger and able to hold heavier weapons, the power and accuracy of their manipulation of firepower to strike will be greatly improved.

This time, I was very lucky. The firepower boss stood resolutely in the slowly dissipating smoke and let out a roar of victory. However, he soon discovered that he was not alone. In the original position of the glass jar, the black sludge still existed. Although it had already exploded into pieces in the artillery fire, they continued to gather into the center, twisted and merged with each other, and turned into the appearance of a black tooth-fried goblin.

"Counterfeit product! Naigus created spies!" The firepower boss immediately passed the information through the spiritual network, and then prepared to attack. After just being baptized by artillery fire, the firepower boss had no time to prepare his weapon. He picked up the door panel of the warship beside him, found a larger one with sharp edges, and rushed forward as a knife.

The black Naikus goblin moved a little slowly, as if he was still adapting to his new form. However, his body, which seemed to be soft and stomping, was actually very strong. He was hit hard by the door knife, and his body did not shake, but the door panel was cracked. The firepower boss threw away the broken knife, raised it and kicked it up, and then was directly lifted by the recoil force, and he knocked it back several times.
Chapter completed!